When I worked for the company all of us had gmail accounts in our real names. As it was work centred, my account was managed by my secretary. She’d delete the “You Won!” and “Sexy Russian Girl” and all the rest of the rubbish.
When I left the company, I kept the account for I had used the ‘draft’ section of for ‘drafts’ of short stories I wrote (under pseudonyms) and had published in various hard copy and online sites.
It was then, when I was managing my own account, I learned I had the same name of a very minor actor I never heard of. I learned this when my email was sprinkled with posts from people I didn’t know telling me how much they loved my portrayal of …. .
At first I thought it was a gag.
Until I did the search and found out who shared my name, and his portfolio.
I found out a long time ago that Brenda Marie was a very popular name at one time.
This is what happens in the story; having the name, assumed to be the actor who wears it.
Sounds like an interesting situation.
Yes and there are some twists to come